Well-meaning people are always pointing it out and adjusting it for me. I've had more fiddling with my dangly thing that is usual in polite society I'm sure.
I never notice it happening on other people. So is it me? Is it something to do with the angle of my neck? Or the texture? Or am I a gravity-free zone? No, that can't be it, not judging by the way the rest of me droops irrevocably floorwards.
Another one of those mysteries that I'll have to ask God about when I meet him. Like why do teeth have nerves when I've got quite enough of my own without having to bother about theirs? And why do I need hair to grow on my chin? Will it stop me falling over and breaking something when the inevitable brittle bones/tendency to fall over syndrome sets in? Will it help me remember where I put my glasses or my keys, why I went upstairs, or what I wanted to google? And, by the by, why do scissors never stay where you put them?
I seem to have gone off the point. It's time for tea.